En la mano el celular (part. Yusak)

Italy
C-Kan, Maxo, Alex, Swift
It's the badass Mastered Trax

I got the cell phone in my hand, contacts to call
And you got a debt to pay
You can hide, you can sue me
But on the street, my crew's the authority
My security's shaky
Guns with no safety that shoot when they see you
The Glock with no block, doubled up, right in your face
Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang, they don't last long
I got the cell phone in my hand, your woman's number
Your boss's contact, dude, tell me
If one already betrayed you and the other’s gonna sell you out
By tomorrow, you won't see the sunrise

Sincerely, the rooster that sings to wake you up
After they kill your brother, you don't even feel it
After what happened to Dad, I never feared death
I'm still alive because of their fear, and they're dead because of my luck
My mom's more street than you, never leaves the hood
More street than me, who’s already forgiven a few
If it were up to her, she'd whip them with a belt
Sing what you live, you bunch of clowns
I live with a Russian and I ain't talking about my girl
I got one on my waist and I ain't talking about the gun
Since one’s been with me, I feel more powerful
I could have one in hand and another in my balls

I got the cell phone in my hand, contacts to call
And you got a debt to pay
You can hide, you can sue me
But on the street, my crew's the authority
My security's shaky
Guns with no safety that shoot when they see you
The Glock with no block, doubled up, right in your face
Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang, they don't last long
I got the cell phone in my hand, your woman's number
Your boss's contact, dude, tell me
If one already betrayed you and the other’s gonna sell you out
By tomorrow, you won't see the sunrise

They talk about guns because they play Free Fire and feel like criminals
I assure you they don't even know how to oil the damn piece
I’m friendly when it’s good, but a jerk when it’s bad
And the only guns you’ve had are toy ones
You say you’re from the streets, say you live it hard
I remind you that on the street, your head has a price
For a few bucks, they’d come for you at your house
And I ain't talking about Uber, you won't make it through the night
I’m gonna settle some outstanding debts
I’m upfront and ready to give my life for my people
I got the best crew, excellent prototype
There’s no room here for your kind (your kind, no, no)
Cowards always come from behind
The Glock and the Beretta, my Guardian Angels
Bulletproof vests, ready for the ambush
Heavy artillery, life ain't worth shit

I got the cell phone in my hand, contacts to call
And you got a debt to pay
You can hide, you can sue me
But on the street, my crew's the authority
My security's shaky
Guns with no safety that shoot when they see you
The Glock with no block, doubled up, right in your face
Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang, they don't last long

I got (I got a criminal record)
(I’m on my target, don’t even know how I’m still alive)
I got (a couple of armored trucks loaded with explosives)
(And all paid for with the songs I write)
I got (I got the Glock and the Beretta)
(To blast it in the face of any punk that steps in)
I got (a couple of bullets for your pot)
(The big beer on the sidewalk and for the stuff, the recipe)
(A couple of Black Berettas, one chrome and one black)
(That if I squeeze it, sends you to another planet)